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Rules of Seduction	By : ElvenAngel Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rain from the previous night picked up again soon after she left, but thankfully stopped halfway through the evening. It was still kind of cold and humid, but otherwise, the weather might have been getting better.
Dante felt bored. Without Tess around to enliven things up a little, or heck, even Roy to exchange some mutually �friendly� smack-talk, it was an otherwise very slow and dull day for him. If it hadn�t been for that very promising hint she dropped and that �date� itself, he could�ve shot himself from boredom. At the same time though, that hint had left a lot for him to think about� He was looking forward to finding out what she meant by that. He could read it all over her mischievous, sly smirk that she was�plotting something. Under other circumstances that might�ve spelt some big-time �evil plan� but now�well, he was intrigued. Intrigued enough to go take a shower around noon and change into a clean pair of jeans. Right when he was coming down the short flight of stairs, into the office, buttoning a slightly rumpled black shirt, the door creaked open and that very same red-head waltzed in, looking more pleased with herself than ever.

"Finally!" she announced with a winner�s grin. "I got my own place!"
Before he could say anything on that, another, more pudgy and annoying figure stumbled in after her.
Enzo.

Total �moment killer�.

"Thanks to me, you mean!" the tubby Italian wheezed behind her, panting like had to run a marathon. Enzo looked pretty pathetic, like he had to put effort to keep up with the lively red-head. He panted and wheezed, his face more or less red and bloated. "Was my idea to go to that street, wasn�t it?"

Tess briefly made a pained and annoyed face but then just dismissed him like a foolish kid. �Hmph, yeah, right. The place you could get me wasn�t bad�but nothing spectacular either. I think I�ll keep the other one, across the street, that I got all to myself anyway; thanks but no thanks" she said, rather sharply. �So I don�t owe you squat."

Enzo winced and turned to Dante. "Your chick friend here�s got some guts, don�t tell me she talks to you like that?!"
Dante watched the exchange with a bit more calmness than he usually had for Enzo. "She doesn�t."
"I don�t."
Enzo stared from one to the other in the brief awkward silence after spoke almost simultaneously. Tess�s face turned a little red when she realized they had.

"Hey is there something goin� on I oughta know about? Why�re you dressed all fancy? Date or somethin'?� he turned to Tess. "��s he up to lady-crap again?"
Tess shrugged in a typical �I don�t know anything about it� way, with a completely �innocent� little smile. "I wouldn�t know; I don�t poke into his business."

"Which is why I don�t mind her around. Now do me a favor and beat it" Dante snapped, putting his hand on Enzo�s shoulder rather roughly and sort of half-coaxing, half-dragging him to the door and then ushering him out of it.

"Whoa there, what�s your problem?!"
"You are, you stink of booze and other stuff I don�t want to know about. You�re stinking up my place. Go take a bath for a frickin� change" he said, shutting the door as the tubby Italian went almost tumbling outside, cussing under his breath as he went.

He shut the door with a sort of relieved feeling. God knew why he still put up with that guy! When he turned back around, Tess was looking at him, smiling kind of knowingly.

"...What?" he said, a bit dryly.

Her smile widened. "Nothing. You�re just kinda cool when you get... well, like that. Ah, forget I even said it."

"He really does stink" he bellowed, frowning at the thought that Enzo had probably been drooling all over her for most of the evening.

"Yeah, I figured" she said, passing by him, heading for the stairs. She reached up and pecked his cheek unexpectedly. "Give me ten, I want to change into something better than this and take a brush to my hair, I look like a shrew."

He gave a dull nod, and she trotted up the stairs.

"Oh and those kinda shirts look good on you!" she called as she scooted out of sight into the room.

He breathed out, slightly confused. "...Why do I feel like she�s paying me back in spades?" he thought.

She was right back out soon, wearing slightly skin-tight jeans tucked in her boots, and a black corset-like bustier that tightened around her torso and complimented her chest and figure. She had a black and red waist-bag made of cloth hanging around her waist with a black cloth strap, embroidered with red ivy leaf patterns all around it. It was obviously a slightly rushed change, but still looked...awesome. She scurried down the steps, obviously trying to bite back a smile.

"Ready! Didn�t take long, did I?" she said.

"Nope..." he trailed off as he looked at her up and down. Wow.

She tilted her head to the side. "...Uhh... is there something wrong with my clothes?� she said, looking down and around at herself.

"No, heck, no. You look... great. Just not used to seeing you...dressed to go out. You�re looking good."

Was that awkward or what. She looked at her feet awkwardly and blushed, tucking some hair behind her ear shyly.

"Um, thanks" she said. "Anyway! Stop embarrassing me and let�s go. I can�t wait to see what kind of place you�re taking me to."

"Its nothing big-time classy, you know" he said, while locking the front door.

"I don�t mind. I still have some faith in your taste. I�ll take my chances" she replied, faint smile insisting. "Oh and will you at least try to not...act awkward and pretend to have some fun? You might actually have some, by accident. Or am I not good enough company?"

"You�re definitely not dull, that�s for sure!" he chuckled, motioning her towards his motorcycle, parked outside.

She looked a little bit skeptical at the sight of the motorcycle, and when he climbed on and waited for her to get on the back, she seemed to hesitate.

"...What?"
"You...don�t happen to have a helmet I could borrow, do you?" she quipped.
"Nope" he said, resisting the urge to smirk teasingly. "What happened to all that trust you had in my person?"

"Oh, you I trust absolutely" she said, slightly annoyed, climbing on the back, behind him. "It�s your driving I need to get used to..." she muttered as he started it up and throttled it some. "And its motorcycles I just can�t trust!" she yelped, as the bike lunged ahead into the street, the tires screeching slightly.
He chuckled at how the abrupt start made her cling to him, her arms tight around his chest. �Alright then, I�ll go easy on you!" he said above the wind and the bike�s engine.

She didn�t reply, or at least, he didn�t hear it if she did. She just hung on to him tighter. Although he was going through the streets at a pretty reasonable speed, she still hung on to him, as if for dear life almost. Her legs would stiffen against his and he would feel her thighs press against the outside of his legs in turns, her breasts would press against his back in down-slopes and breaks or accelerations, and her arms would occasionally tighten their grip on him, like she was afraid she�d fall.
After a while he started doing that stuff on purpose to tease her and get reactions out of her, till at the last straight stretch of road he sped up abruptly. It made her squeeze onto him tightly and he felt her forehead on his back, and her worried stiffening. A guilty smirk spread on his face, and thankfully she couldn�t see it; it was kind of fun to pick on her like that.

When at last they stopped for good, outside a bar, she let a relieved sigh and loosened her hold on him. At least she hadn�t realized he did it on purpose. She got off the bike in a bit of a hurry and straightened out her hair with her fingers as he parked it properly. She looked at the building housing the place they stopped at, whichever it was.

A double wooden door under a wooden sign reading �Lost Dogs�. Through one of the open doors she could see the bar, an old-fashioned, handsome example of woodwork, with stools along it, where several customers already sat at, drinking and talking between them and with the barman, a robust, square-jawed man in his 50s or something, that reminded her strongly of a Southerner, and across it in the rest of the room, diner tables arranged in rows. Classic rock music seemed to come from inside. It looked surprisingly inviting and a whole lot better than what she imagined as places Dante hung out at.

"Hey this is lookin� good� she said, smiling. �I�d forgotten the slum district had cool spots like this one."

"Its no big deal" he replied, scratching the back of his neck, feeling kind of flattered that she liked his choice. "Just less of a dump than where I usually go. Crowd�s better too...they mind their own business..."

She just grinned, a bit wickedly, but clearly approving. "That�s the way I like bars" she stated, boldly making for the door and going through it.

He just followed, not looking at all surprised with her initiative.
It was actually a quite good way to spend the evening. Right when the waitress came up to take their order, and he ordered a beer, followed by her ordering the same and then relaxing in her seat like she knew the place, the whole tension of it being a date diffused into a more relaxed state. Funny enough, she always had a way of getting him to loosen up a little and get out of his usual bubble. Probably because he knew her long enough to be certain that she could understand what he talked about and there was no need to pretend around her. In a sense they belonged to the same world, with the inhuman and the supernatural as the daily way of life. On top of that, they had been friends for a long while, so there wasn�t much they didn�t know about each other.
Right through an extra-sized pizza with a side of fries and after a couple more beers, them a absurdly large piece of chocolate cake (which, after some effort, she convinced him to indulge in with her) and a few more beers, they had been through a whole lot of random conversations, a few jokes concerning incidents of their trade and...loosened up enough to exchange quite some hints.

At long last they decided they should leave before the bar closed for good and the owner began to obviously glare at them to go. The way back Tess was less nervous about the bike-ride, but she still clung to him for dear life, and didn�t really open her eyes till he stopped the bike outside the shop.

"Ride�s over, scaredy-cat" he chuckled.

She got off the bike with a dignified, slight frown, and then flexed her arms a little. "I still feel kinda tipsy."

"You had like 4 beers. I�ve never seen a chick drink that much and not start getting giddy all over the place. You�re not even slurring" he admitted, unlocking the door of the office.

"What, thought a girl like me can�t handle her drink?" she said, putting her hands on her thighs, and smirking some. "Hah! You had almost twice that. If I didn�t know you, I�d be surprised you can still walk in a straight line, let alone drive that monster back."
"Hey, never call a man�s ride a monster..."

He opened the door and in a gesture of some kind of chivalry stepped aside to let her through first. But she just blushed a bit and awkwardly stared at him, standing there.

"Um...that was fun. We should have done something like that earlier. Thanks for the company and the drinks...and all..." she said with a little smile.

He kind of grinned, a little awkward himself. "Ah, it was good. True, we should�ve done this before."

Their eyes locked and another odd moment passed that they stared at each other, involuntarily gravitating closer and leaning in like they wanted to kiss--and they did, all too badly!

Just before that happened though, an ear-piercing screech distracted them, and they looked to the street again, just before Dante suddenly pushed her to the side. She stumbled to the side and fell, looking back at him just in time to see a large mass of dirty white with eight or so legs flailing ram straight into him, crash through the threshold and into the office along with him, with a mighty clatter and crashing sound. More screeches came from around.

"Arachnes?!" she gasped, dumbfounded.

She looked up abruptly as one came down from above her, crawling along the fa�ade of an adjacent building. The demon arachnid lunged from the wall for her, screeching, but only collided violently with the road as Tess�s outline seemed to blur and then suddenly disappear and instantaneously re-appear across the street, as she teleported herself out of harm�s way.

"For crying out loud..." she muttered, watching the demonic spider pick itself up from the ground and glare at her, enraged.

A series of blasts and then loud crash came from the office and the first Arachne�s severed body was thrown out the busted door. A couple limbs followed, and finally Dante stepped out, gun in each hand and the sword on his back. He looked more annoyed than ever. He stuck Ebony�s barrel in his pants briefly and pulled a bit of sticky web off his other arm, before pulling the gun out again and firing at an Arachne bold enough to charge him again.

"GodDAMMIT!" he shouted, angry. "Can�t I get one damn evening off?! And they always come here to drop on me! What the hell, has my address gotten around Hell!?"

Tess couldn�t help a smirk, flicking her arm briefly to cause a series of fires to literally burst up from under an Arachne. It knocked it over and hit it several more times. The witch kept teleporting herself around to dodge their scythe-like arms and their web, with an almost unfair ease.

Dante�s frustration was evident, not just because a bunch of demons had yet again come uninvited to storm at his office, causing a lot of damage; there was also Tess to worry about. Okay, so she had just burned one of them to charred bits right in front of him with a cool-head as good as his, but hey, she wasn�t half-demon, not even close, and therefore very much prone to getting killed.

Not that Arachnes were really anything challenging. Sure, they were fast and could trap them in web and were absolutely ugly things, but taking away their size, they were just bugs. With a few consecutive sword hits, Dante sent one of them tumbling on its back, only to slice its head right off its round body with an accurate hit. A shot of web zinged by his head, and he drew one of his guns, aiming it over his shoulder almost and firing a rapid flurry of bullets straight into the face of an Arachne, driving it back. His look was darting about, looking for one darker and larger than the rest; that was the �queen mother� of sorts and as soon as she was dead, the Arachnes would lose their courage and fall easier.

He smirked briefly, watching Tess form a sort of whip from a flame-tongue, and with the flick of an arm burned an Arachne across the face deeply, and with a few more swings, burned deep gashes in the demon�s pale body, making the foul flesh sizzle and murky greenish blood spurt out. The red-head witch looked confident, yet irritated. He got near her while shooting an Arachne, smirking.

"What�s the matter Tess, I thought you didn�t mind fighting" he chuckled.

"The fighting I like!" she retorted, finishing off the Arachne with a torrent of fire she conjured with a swift gesture. "It�s the targets that bother me! Spiders! I hate spiders!!" she moaned, obviously disgusted by the murky blood pooling around the scorched body, and the truly vile smell.

Dante laughed loudly under the gunfire. He holstered the guns and drew the sword again, slashing another Arachne�s head off. "Can�t say, they�re ugly little bitches..."
"Yeah, emphasis on little thank you!" she replied, annoyed, her frustration causing the Arachne she fought to quite literally explode in fire and thrash about while screeching madly.

The queen finally showed up as most of the Arachnes were dead. It let an ear-piercing screech, and dropped onto the street from a building with a loud thud that shook the ground, then opened her complex and horrid jaws at them, articulated mouth dripping of goopy saliva, and screeched again. With a couple more Arachnes around still alive and kicking, things were bound to get messy. The queen seemed to be confused momentarily, torn between whom to attack first, and eventually decided to attack the man, who seemed to be more of a threat.
Dante was struggling with an Arachne when the queen rammed him. His sword�s blade was stuck in the tough exoskeleton of the Arachne he had just killed, which had fallen awkwardly and wedged the blade there. He let an exclamation of pain and mostly, surprise as the sickle-like limb of the queen impaled his arm, and knocking him forward.

Tess gasped briefly at that sudden attack of the queen, but she herself was cornered between two Arachnes. Both demons tried to trap her down with web, but she teleported away the last minute and they ended up tangled in each other�s web. The flammability of the web turned out to be their own downfall, since Tess set them both on fire with a mere gesture of the hand, and further decimated them with a barrage of hurled spheres of condensed fire that were as good as a canon-ball each, almost.
With some effort, Dante heaved the queen Arachne off him, pulling his arm free from the sickle. He swung his sword at the demon�s head and cut a very deep gash along it, hurting the eyes. It made the demon scream and pull back, thrashing. He drew both guns and opened rapid fire. The queen Arachne screeched loudly at the impact of the bullets, raising its body high on its legs and flailing its sickle arms violently. The bullets from the handguns hit almost everywhere, and one of its sickles was practically cut off as a joint was blown apart after being hit by a bullet. The Arachne reared back and attempted to shoot some web from her body to trap him, but he saw that coming and quickly moved to the side as soon as the demon was poised to release the web.

He holstered the guns and drew the sword again, determined to go straight for the kill this time. The demon spider screeched as it noticed him coming and haphazardly scuttled to turn and face him, raising its remaining sickle arm. It waited until he was close enough and then jerked out its arm at him with frightening speed. But Dante deliberately made a break to his assault, pulled back just right out of the sickle�s reach and fooled the Arachne into missing by a mere inch. He took full advantage of the opening, jumped up and swung the sword down as he descended. The blade impaled itself straight into the Arachne�s head, splitting it in half almost.

The demon screeched loudest in its death throes, and the screech was soon drowned by gurgling blood and throaty bellows of dying. Its body jolted in a furious death spasm and thrashed about before hurling itself against a building�s wall, the momentum taking Dante along before he could pull back. He crashed first into the wall, the demon�s body crushing him under its weight and its remaining sickle arm impaling itself into his chest�piercing through it almost.

Tess hardly restrained a scream of shock seeing that go down. Dante was knocked into the wall, which collapsed halfway from the force, causing a huge dent, and debris to fall everywhere, while a demon�s sickle was stuck in his chest! Making sure all the Arachnes were already dead, she made her way directly for the huge carcass, which was spurting vile, dark-colored blood.

"Dante? You alright?" she said, getting closer and trying to distinguish any sign of him under that disgusting carcass.

There was no initial response but the crumbling sound of small pieces of debris falling from the wall, hitting other debris and rolling aside, and the spurt and dripping of blood. She didn�t have time to pay attention to the fact that her boots were caked in that vile stuff, and her jeans had generous spatters sprinkled with dust from the street. She was more concerned with why he wasn�t giving any sign yet.

"Dante, stop messing around! You know this isn�t funny!" she insisted, sounding genuinely worried, and going around to one side of the carcass, trying to find him. Oh was she getting seriously concerned now! Screw the half-demon factor; she was worried about her friend.

A faint crackle sound finally was heard and the carcass shifted briefly, making her take a hasty step back, for fear it wasn�t dead yet, but a faint cuss coming from the wall gave way to that. She scaled over a chunk of concrete, and while making a face of disgust, she took hold of one of the dead Arachne�s legs and pulled, to make some space. The carcass shifted harder then, as Dante�s form poked out from between the wall and the carcass. He cussed louder, and sounded like he was struggling with something. Tess moved over to his side quickly to see what was going on, and winced when she did: the sickle of the front limb was still stuck in his chest.

"Fucking thing..." Dante muttered, pulling himself from the wall. Apparently, the force of the impact had pinned him between the wall and the carcass, while the sickle, poking out from his back, had impaled into the concrete and held him there, unable to move properly, or so it seemed. As soon as he had a bit more room, he shifted himself to the side, pulling the sickle off the wall, and along with him, as he moved.

Tess cringed at the sight of that. "Ack, it�s--"

"Yeah, I know" he muttered impatiently, pulling the sickle out of his chest with a loud, hair-rising sound of something being scrunched. Some blood spurted, but the hole closed as soon as the sickle was pulled out.

Tess made a face of disgust, seeing that. "Ew! Couldn�t you wait till I wasn�t looking?" she muttered, pulling back a bit. "You know I hate seeing you do that..."
Dante chuckled gruffly and throwing the severed sickle away, leaned his back against the wall, breathing deeply.

"What�s the matter Tess? Getting squeamish? Or are ya getting worried over big old me?" he chuckled.
She gave a sullen frown. "That is so not fair of you to ask... Of course I got concerned about you, I--" she paused, aware of her face turning red. "You�re just making fun of me aren�t you?" she muttered, frustrated.

"Just a bit" he admitted, getting off the wall and flexing his neck a bit, as it felt sore. �Its fun to see you all worked up; a nice change from the usual, hehe."
He wiped some sweat off his forehead and then stepped down on the Arachne�s split head and pulled the sword out of it with a squishy sound, and more blood gashing about. He shook some blood off it, and kept it dully on his side.

"You�re such an ass sometimes" she groaned, and tapped his head with her knuckles a bit. "I�m just...glad this is over with. God, look at this mess�Glad these creeps dissolve fast."

The entire street outside the building was littered with pieces and carcasses of Arachnes that were beginning to dissolve pretty fast into vile puddles of murky liquid that smelled foul. The street had dents and cracks and debris was randomly just about everywhere. The doors of the office had been shoved open towards the inside, one of the doors having flown off its hinges, and the other just barely hanging on to the frame, and the entrance had been scared by the brutal first assault. The interior looked less damaged. Other than a bad, deep scrape on the wooden flooring, and some pieces of wood flown about, a few bullet-holes on the already heavily repaired and re-damaged walls, littered with posters and bizarre skulls, and a broken leg of the desk that made it lean awkwardly to the side, there wasn�t much damage. There was demon blood (and some of Dante�s) puddles on the floor, but nothing beyond repair or cleaning.

"Wow. I was expecting a whole lot more damage" she admitted, swinging the remaining door panel gently to close it without breaking it off the wall.

"Lucky streak, maybe..." he said, frowning over the mess and stepping over the dent on the floor.

"You know what, forget about it. I�ll tell Roy to fix these things once he gets back. I owe you anyway. Right now I feel too tired to do any of this."
Dante bellowed tiredly in consent, propping his sword up against the wall. "...Damn things...screwed up a perfectly fine evening..."

He picked up the other door panel that had a large crack on it, but miraculously had not broken, and propped it back in place awkwardly, using a piece of wood to hold it in place against the floor.
Tess smirked awkwardly, holding up the door till he fixed the wooden support in place. "Yeah, hafta admit that" then she laughed, a bit. "But, at least it added some excitement to the �date�. Can�t say it wasn�t fun!"

He had to smirk too. "Yeah, it was. And ah...weren�t we left off somewhere?"

She grinned. "Yes, interrupted during something."
He stood straight and stared at her. Frankly he half expected her to have dismissed that, or pretend it hadn�t happened. Instead, she seemed perfectly fine with resuming.

She made the first step, coming up to him and he got the message; he pushed her chin up a little with his hand, very gently and kissed her. She was still warm and tense from the fight and when he slid his arm around her back he could feel perspiration. Tess felt like melting into him. She tasted the salty sweat on him, and felt his bloodstained clothes. She chuckled and pulled back when her hand stuck on a piece of web caught on his shirt.

"Ack, this stuff is all over you" she said, pulling some web off her hand with an amused grin.

"You�re covered with this stuff yourself" he noted, smirking, and pulling some web out of her hair.

"Am I? Yuck, you�re right. And I�ve got this...yuckie blood-stuff all over me--and you! You reek of that goop and sweat!" she chuckled.
"Hey, you�re sweaty too! �Sides, I thought you liked the scent of a real man."
"Haha, I do, but not when they stink of demon guts!" she teased back.

He smirked wider, leering her with a highly seductive look. "Guess we need a bath then...get the sweat and stink off, don�t you think?"
She raised an eyebrow, amused. For a moment she blushed faintly and looked like she might turn him down, but instead she headed for the bathroom, patting his chest as she passed him.

"Alright...but we wash down for real first. I�m serious when I say you stink, this Arachne blood smells vile. And you�re gonna have to let me wash your hair. They�re starting to look like a rat�s nest and I�m feeling sorry for them...�
He frowned slightly and looked up at his floppy white locks; alright so they were a little dirty and greasy and pathetic after the fight but...rat�s nest?

"Hey, easy about my hair, they�re just fine" he muttered, following her, unbuttoning his shirt in a hurry. It was torn and bloodied so it didn�t really matter if he pulled a button or two off.

"Oh, so then you don�t want a scalp massage? Okay..." she asked pointedly, as she took her boots off, one arm against the wall to hold herself up and using her other hand to pull her boots off, and drop them in a corner of the bathroom.

"Uh, no, I�d love one...wouldn�t mind I mean" he replied, throwing the shirt off and working on undoing his belt and pants. He got a little sidetracked though, since she was blatantly getting undressed right in front of him, albeit with her back turned.

She pulled off her corset top and wrinkled her nose at the sprays of demonic blood all over it, before dropping it over her boots. She fiddled with the clasp of her strapless bra before taking it off and dropping it on the heap. Finally she peeled off the jeans, sticky from the drying demon blood. He tried not to smirk but couldn�t help himself. Like it or not, she had a gorgeous figure and finally he had her all to himself, naked!

"Don�t stare at me like that, you�re making this embarrassing!" she chuckled awkwardly, covering her chest with her arms before half-turning, her face a bit red. She obviously tried not to look at his crotch.

He kicked aside his boots before he let his jeans drop in a pile. "Huh? Why? It�s not like we�re kids or something."
"I know�just don�t stare, okay?" she said again, watching him come over to her, while she fidgeted in place somewhat. She was anxious, nervous, embarrassed and excited all together, it was hard to explain.
Of course, it wasn�t like she hadn�t had her fair share of flings before, and it wasn�t like the sight of a naked guy could shock her, but she always got a little embarrassed when the man in question was particularly close. And hands down, he had her there. Besides, he was so...sexy.

He smirked kind of devilishly while guiding her to the tub and the shower stall. "Stare? I have better things to do than stare."

He drew her in and stamped a kiss on her mouth, pulling her onto him till their bodies pressed up against each other. For a moment it felt like back on that unexpected start under the rain the other evening. The same feeling, the same intensity, and the same heat. It was less abrupt this time, easier to accept. Her lips opened slightly and his tongue slid through gently, touching hers and beginning to rub against hers and grope and feel in a crazy little dance. She moaned quietly, her initial stiff of embarrassment going away and replaced by a feeling of warmth, comfort and excitement.

It was even better when they turned on the hot water and let it drench them and wash off the sweat and the blood that had already started to cake on them. They took turns in scrubbing down and occasionally helping the other out with the washing, and there was little need for excuses; soapy fingers and hands wandered around easier. Dante was yelling �jackpot� in his head: finally! He had her all to himself, naked and under the shower no less. He smirked softly, enjoying her hands running along his torso, and the feeling of her skin against his fingers.

She asked him to soap down her back, where she couldn�t reach. He was all too happy to oblige, and in fact, he got a little overzealous and after scrubbing down her back, his hands made their way to the front, rubbing foam over her stomach and gently pulling her so that his chest rubbed against her back. She muffled a small giggle, and then half bit back a moan when his hands roamed up and cupped her breasts. He rubbed them softly, feeling the tender skin and squeezing them gently, stroking the nipples between his fingers, watching for her reaction. She stiffened briefly, but almost immediately relaxed. His hands felt good against her skin and she loved feeling him so close.

He let one hand to keep caressing her breast and the other slowly to roam downwards, caressing the skin as it passed, going past her navel. She shuddered slightly at his touching and stifled a moan. She pressed her back into his chest and her buttocks rubbed against his crotch. He hissed quietly, breathing between his teeth and smirked wider. She reached up with her hand and stroked the side of his face, stopping his hand from going too low.

"...Your hair first" she said, smirking herself. "It�s still all sticky."
He groaned impatiently. "Oh come on..."

He was just getting all worked up too!

"Hey, I promised you... Besides, you got squished by a huge spider, you deserve some pampering" she insisted mildly.

"Fine..."
She made him sit and she knelt behind him, pouring some shampoo onto her hand, and started to wash his hair, massaging the scalp with the balls of her fingers, getting out grime and pieces of web stuck in the white hair. The effect of the massage and the warm water was evident; he relaxed fast and leaned back against her, cheekily resting his head against her breasts, and she didn�t object.

"Mmh...s� not that bad...� he muttered, eyes shut and just enjoying the massage.

"Can�t see why you were complaining..." she replied with a small chuckle.

"Mmm..." he purred.

In fact she had formed a little scheme in her head now. She wanted to motivate him to not relax just yet and feel secure that he had her. And she wanted to get him out of the shower.

"Okay, bend forward, I gotta rinse you out" she said.

He complied, sitting up and leaning over, while she got up and turned the water on again. He grimaced at first at the downpour of hot water coming on his head, and the shampoo being rinsed off. She combed her fingers through his hair to wash it all out. Just as she finished with rinsing his hair out, she put her evil plan to motion.

"I�m almost done� she said, then suddenly turned the water to the coldest the spout could get.

The hot water was abruptly replaced by a freezing cold stream pouring out of the shower and onto him. His eyes peeled open and he let a small shout, surprised by the cold water. He pulled back, just as she simply disappeared from the shower, motioned to get up but slipped and landed ungracefully on his knees, as he reached up and turned the water off. He shook the water off his head and yanked the shower curtain aside just in time to see the door swing closed after she got out, and a line of water drops along wet footprints. He heard her chuckle from outside. He glowered a little.

"Tess!! Dammit--what the heck?!"

She poked her head through the half open door and grinned, half-laughing. "That was for scaring me the other evening. Besides, I don�t want to get wooed in a bathroom!" she laughed, poking her tongue at him and then pulling away.

He chuckled. Okay, he probably deserved that. But she wasn�t getting away now! He got out of the shower as fast as he could, grabbed a towel and fastened it around his waist as he moved out after her. She had a towel wrapped around her haphazardly and was retreating up the stairs with a low giggle. He just went after her, caught up with her at the top and grabbed her around the waist.

"Gotcha! Heh, you didn�t think I�d let you get away with that, did you?" he said, pulling her on to him.
She chuckled and held the towel on her. "For a second, yeah, I did... Are you mad?"
"I might be� he said, and turned her around so that she faced him and moved his hands around to her back and waist, tucking his face in her neck to kiss and tickle her with his tongue. She giggled; half shrugged but gave in and ground on him. "So what do you plan to do about it?" he breathed into her ear, running his hand down to her buttocks and cupping the soft curve over the towel.

She breathed out and pressed against him. She just couldn�t help herself any longer. "The question is...what do you plan to do?"

Instead of answering he smirked, and suddenly lifted her up, heaved her over his shoulder and headed down the hall.

"What are you doing!?" she laughed, staring at the floor, arms dangling down his back.

"Oh my..." She thought, blushed hard and bit her lips together when his towel actually slid off him and fell on the floor. He made no effort whatsoever to pick it up.

"What�s it look like?" he replied, swinging open the door to his room. He marched in with her over his shoulder, then quite gently put her down on her feet again, but without letting her pull away at all. He held her tight and nibbled at her earlobe. "I changed my mind, I am mad" he said wickedly. "I demand some satisfaction for the insult to my person."
"What do you suggest to bring justice?" she added in the same mock-dramatic tone.
He breathed in the scent of her damp hair. He liked that subtle aroma they had. "...Keep you in my bed for the rest of the night" he purred in her ear.
She laughed a little. "You really don�t know how to make a mood..."
"Heh, who needs more mood� he said and slid the towel off her.
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